st paddy's day pseudo-date!

party people,

so st paddy's day was interesting...classmate T invited me to have drinks with her and A, and A's friend, 'tall guy'. it was no big deal, but as girls do, T and i made it a big deal! i mean, T brings a friend, A brings a friend, one's a girl, one's a boy, wouldn't it be obvious? and T kept smirking the ENTIRE night - you know you did T! - i couldn't look at her otherwise i would've started laughing, making it all the more obvious (as if it wasn't already). anyhoo...

we had drinks at a pish-poshy/poser bar in the business district called abacus. it wasn't too bad, though it was full of the after-work crowd. i was wearing T's shirt and funky cardigan, and A's belt, as my paul frank t-shirt with the mariachi band on the front wouldn't have fit in with the power suits and ties at the bar. then we headed for a sushi dinner, followed by another drink at a novelty bar decked out in spooky decor. the cool thing about the bar was that the bathrooms were hidden behind bookcases, like a secret passage! i couldn't for the life of me figure out where the bathrooms were, and had to ask the passing waitress. she pointed at the bookcase and said "push it", and lo and behold there was a bathroom on the other side. very cool.

i ended the evening back at T and A's flat and spent the night. today we lounged around until late in the afternoon; now i'm back home. i haven't been feeling well these past two days, my throat feels funny and i'm a bit achy. i'm waiting for the big bad flu to hit me but so far it's taking its time.

i am so UNBELIVEABLY excited about sue's trip here at the beginning of april! i feel like i might cry when i see her at the airport, as she represents a little bit of home. we are going to have a BLAST!

CET

p.s. so what did i think of 'tall guy'? he's nice, really tall (obviously) with a quirky sense of humour, the kind where he can say the most outrageous things but you believe him for a second because he says it with such a straight face and because you are that gullible. he was kind of quiet and reserved, and i don't know if i left such a good impression with my stories of chili shitting all over the floor and looking like a gay dog, but you know, SOMEONE has to make the conversation!



poor chili!